Cedar Chest

Sifting through the memories,
Within grandma's old Lane cedar chest,
I couldn't help wondering,
Where all the years have gone.

Water colored pictures,
Crayon drawings of stick figure people.
Handmade cards, Birthday,Mothers Day...
The simplistic wishes, my children gave to me.

Dating back some 25 years or more,
I kept a bit of everything dear to me.
Through the chuckles and tears,
I found myself loving and missing,
Those who left me far behind.

My children mean the world to me
My, How time has flown.
From foot prints,and locks of hair,
To missing teeth,and report cards.
It's all there and so much more

Where,one day,
They'll sift through that old cedar chest
To find,Just what they mean't to me.


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